Our generational works of art, those monuments—many of them share this sensibility. It’s a kind of enough-already detachment, an exhaustion, an opting for comedy over morals, lessons, rules. And look how they stand up! How much newer and better those movies and books can seem than works made five or three years ago. Everyone can make their own list. Mine includes: Exile in Guyville, by Liz Phair; A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again, by David Foster Wallace (‘62). Everything by Quentin Tarantino (‘63). Ditto Wes Anderson (‘69), Richard Linklater (‘60), and Tina Fey (‘70). The key lyric—it can serve as a coda—opens the Nirvana song “Breed”: “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care . . .”